The humankind was never kind to them.
From their peaceful Pliocene graves
they were dug out, doggedly read,
their skulls and bones laid bare
gorged upon every finest details
all the apparent lunacy
directed to determine a link
always close yet too far.
Roaming that placid basin
they could not dream
to be a mystery past two million years
crazily pursued to be cracked open.
They have been branded Nutcracker Man.
These Holocene men are truly nuts.
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 8:55 AM UTC
The humankind was never kind to them.
From their peaceful Pliocene graves
they were dug out, doggedly read,
their skulls and bones laid bare
gorged upon every finest details
all the apparent lunacy
directed to determine a link
always close yet too far.
Roaming that placid basin
they could not dream
to be a mystery past two million years
crazily pursued to be cracked open.
They have been branded Nutcracker Man.
These Holocene men are truly nuts.
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